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The world is infected with discord,
Compassion now issued with a whipcord,
Our world remains technicoloured,
Changes are now turbocharged,
With rivers that will turn into a ford,
Yet warmongering they can still afford?
Food prices rising and surcharged,
Existing with a lower living standard,
Our beloved NHS is now substandard,
For many, meals are no foursquared…
Heating or eating? Oligarchs overcharged.
Using foodbanks and the scrapyard,
The body and mind become knurled,
Shoplifting, violence; police Kevlared,
HMG is becoming a voters hazard!
You’ll not hear of them being hungered!
Like Starmer, they’ll be well backhanded,
For morality, they remain uncared…
I assume their expenses are undeclared,
HMG’s actions have remained unendeared,
Their next tax increase is as yet undeclared,
They can’t say their actions are unflawed,
Voted for Labour, not the Tory United,
I told them this is most unrecommended,
But my advice went well unheeded,
I think that Keir is well bartended,
 He money-maunded, or is it money-laundered?
I spat out many a curse & swearword,
My hatred for him grew; I was degraded,
On his promises, he backslided,
As pensioners & farmers he defrauded,
Businesses ensured he was backhanded,
Selectively blindfolded, he’s coldblooded
The NHS has actually been defunded,
Labourites feel they’ve been broadsided,
If we knew he was a liar, we’d have forfended,
AS a diplomat, it seems he’s masqueraded,,
A Labour leader? He’s been misbranded,,
 In lies & deceit, he’s obviously marinaded,
Humanity, caring, he’s constantly avoided
Amidst his fellow MPs disaccord…
Even they are getting bejaded!
The Labour Party could be abjured…
All politicians seem the be adfected,
The voters are  & aggravated…
Maybe they could be acclimated?
Exchanging viewpoints is recommended,
Finding an opposition that could be respected?
Benevolent, facilitative, that can be cherished,
But can any of them ever be trusted?
Like Nye Bevin, who I personally adulated,
Life’s bad now, and the UK isn’t yet invaded,
This ode, consider it as unsubstantiated,
But Starmer looks terribly unbothered!
My hatred of Keir goes unpunctuated!
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Tonight’s nosh.
Tonight’s glorious sunset
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I’m sorry there is little else.
I had a backwards tumble in the morning.
I’d just finished the ablutions and medicationings and was getting the fresh PPs (Protection pants) on.
As I struggled to get my left leg high enough, the cartilage gave way, and I grabbed for the sink and somehow missed it, or maybe my hand slipped off. (Cartilage Chloe).
I did a lumbrumose pirouette, twisted and went down backwards, clouting the back of my head on the sink and the trolley. Getting back up was a heck of a job.
I got up and tried to get up using him and the WC. No way!
So I crawled, taking care not to damage the catheter on all fours, to the c1966, £300 Oxfam charity shop-bought, wincingly grotty, beige-coloured, crumb-covered from my nocturnal nibblings, itch-making, uncomfortable, positively unhealthy, and dangerous, no longer operational, virus-breeding, easy-to-fall-out-of recliner. It took me ages to do it, but finally, with gritted teeth and much pain, I clambered up enough to get in the chair. I ointmentated the Cartilage again from the tube on the just reachable carers table and took a Codeine. I stayed where I was for a short while. Only the catheter and knees from the crawling were bothering me at that stage. Things didn’t feel too bad, and I returned to the wet room. I had a quick rinse to clear the ointment, and I spotted some blood while drying off with the white towel. Mmm! No bleeding could be found from the knees, lips , leg ulcers or my nose. Ah, well, still unconcerned, I tried again to get the PPs on. This time, it was much more painful, with the knee getting twisted and clouted on my way down to the floor.
But, I got them on! .

I’d sorted the waste bags and nocturnal catheter pouch, so I got on the computer. The second it started up, the pain from the back of my head started. It sort of came on in waves, each time growing slowly in intensity. Repeating every couple of minutes. I admit to being worried about this. I knew I’d hit the head, leg, and bum in the tumble. 
When I joined in, I was in a right state. And it stayed (the head) all day into the night, although I sensed it was painfully slowly getting less hurtful as night approached. A carer took a photo of the offending back of my head on his mobile. I’ll ask a Carer to take a snap of the head with my camera tomorrow.

I think a lot happened, including telephone calls and emails,  that I’ll need help with. But I don’t think I actioned anything. Nothing was on the notepad anyway. Although the pains were still there, I’d wait until morning to call anyone. It might have cleared up by then.
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TTFNski, each!
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